Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me You better send me home 'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me Right now that's all I'm on I've had a headache for the last three days And the last couple days I been missing some pay Do I have AIDS?

We don't give a damn about your world With all your global profits and all you're to oppose We don't give a fuck about your world Right now, right now, right now, right now Your remainder is an unjustifiable Egotistical power struggle At the expense of

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

'Cause you're sweet 'Cause you're sweet like cocoa But all you wanna do is the coco Hangin' out with you is a no go Runnin up, all this cake Bag it up, then come right away Sak pase, YSL 'Cause you're sweet, what's your status? Might hit your address, if

Times are good or bad, happy or sad I, I'm so in love with you Whatever you want to do Is all right with me 'Cause you make me feel so brand new And I want to spend my life with you Since, since we've been together Loving you forever Is what I need

Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again? Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight? Are you lonesome tonight Do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart? Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day When I kissed you and called

Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea You got me too attached, keep me comin' right back And just like that, got me comin' right back like And I know that I ain't fuckin' with your voodoo If this is what you call love Oh man down You're shaking

So much that it hurts All I know is that I love you so Got a tattoo that said "together through life" Carved in your name with my poker knife And you wonder when you wake up, will it be alright oh oh Feels like there's something broken inside Is that in

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Know your rights These are your rights Oh, know your rights Get off the streets This is a public service announcement With guitar All three of them You have the right not to be killed